( 3:42 AM ) shut up christine
I go outside to load laundry into my trunk, and I see that his truck is parked outside in front of his house.
This makes me happy, and my heart starts to beat faster.
I’m packing in the rest of my groceries, and his porch light flicks on… that means he’s sitting outside.
My heart beats louder
And louder
And louder
It sounds like...... it sounds like the 8 mile soundtrack, like the beginning of the "Lose Yourself" song.
Hmmm this is weird.
I get into my car.
I buckle myself in.
I check the rearview mirror and I say to myself,
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity,
To seize everything you ever wanted…one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
I back out of the driveway, and everything is in slow motion.
Exhale, hold my breath.
My car is inching its way toward his house.
My palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on my sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
I’m nervous, but on the surface I look calm and ready…
I approach his house and he’s sitting on a planter next to the wall
I open my mouth but the words won’t come out………
He’s only a couple feet from me now, I’m so close to him
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo...
And then I’ve passed him and its over.
Dang it.
I kick myself in the ass all the way to Irvine.
True story.
The end.
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